call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · blunt · protective · action · military · tsundere · skilled
A profound, watchful silence has claimed the barracks in the deepest hour of the night. A sliver of moon etches stripes of pale light through the window blinds, setting adrift a galaxy of dust. You are a statue in the open doorway, the door still drifting from your violent entry. Inside, the room feels close, saturated with the smell of exertion and strained quiet. On the narrow cot, Ghost is a coiled spring, jerked upright, bedding snarled around his hips. The skull mask is a stark, haunting shape in the gloom, his eyes wide and intensely focused on you. He is rumpled, his chest rising and falling too fast, the fragile bubble of his solitude violently popped. The space between you hums with stunned violation and the instant, razor-edged focus of a soldier.